Open Your Legs for my Family (5 page)

“Hey,” says a twin, “she’s got something in
there.”

“Pull it out.”

“Go easy on her,” Max warns.

Fingers circumnavigate the globes inside,
stretching my pussy walls with their knuckles. They affix on the
string and tug mercilessly. Out comes the Ben Wa balls with two
successive plops.

“Sweet,” says a twin with an audible intake
of breath. “Any more in there?”

He sticks up his fingers really deep and
cores out my vaginal passage. His movements are rough.

“Nope, nothing more inside. This is fun,
almost like groping in a goodie bag.”

Max chortles. “Be nice, Alex.”

“Here, you suck these balls, Brad.”

There are soft, moist noises as Brad takes
the balls into his mouth. I cream just to think of him rolling the
balls onto his tongue as though they are cherries. I wonder if he
relishes the sourish taste of my private gel.

Just in case I’m tempted to look backwards,
Max holds my head down.

“Don’t stop deep throating me,” he says in a
hoarse voice. Indeed, his cock has grown even harder.

The fingers continue to stroke and massage
my pussy – its clefts, mons, lips, clit and vaginal walls. They
pull open my outer and inner lips, testing the elasticity of my
skin and the lushness of my flesh. They finger my clit, making me
whimper and squirm with need.

More fingers move to my anus and stretch it
wide open. Someone pinches my clit while another finger penetrates
my asshole and shoves itself deep inside. The finger makes a clean
sweep of my rectum, circling my anal sphincter.

I hear groans at the back of me.

“I’ve gotta do this,” a twin says. “I’ve
gotta rim her.”

A soft, twitching tongue descends onto my
anus. Its clever undulations tickle the edge of my crater, flicking
over and under the rim. I squeal against Max’s penis in my throat.
The sensation is delightful and electric, coupled with that wrought
by the three fingers plunging into my vagina and massaging my wet
passage there with firm, bold strokes. The tongue circles my entire
sphincter so that it is wetted thoroughly.

“Can she suck us?” A twin asks.

“Yeah, sure,” Max replies.

Gently, he dislodges my mouth from his
swollen cock. “Easy does it. You’ve been a good, good girl, Gina.
Now I need you to be
better
.”

I look up, Max’s pre-cum dripping from my
lips. The twins have slipped their thongs off. Their proud cocks
stand magnificent and erect. Now I can’t tell them apart again.
Their red cocks are huge and identical – shaped pretty much like
Max’s. Alice watches from the side, a baleful expression on her
lovely features. A little distance away, Heathcliff and the waiter
stand respectfully at attention.

One of the twins snaps his sticky fingers.
“Heathcliff, some ketchup and mayo, please.”

“Of course, sir.”

As Heathcliff brings the necessary
accoutrements, Max makes me kneel in front of one of the twins, who
grins down at me.

“I’m Alex,” he says.

“How would I be able to tell you apart?” I
ask.

“I’ve got more pubic hair than he does.
That’s because he plucks it off, the goat.”

“I do not,” retorts Brad.

“It falls off then, like a balding
patch.”

“The fuck it does. You’d better watch your
mouth and I’ll knock your teeth in,” his twin says playfully.

And indeed, Alex has a bushier patch than
Brad. That serves me well only if two of them are in the same
place, but not if they are individually alone. I have to admit that
I’m quite excited about this. The twins are very beautiful and
their cocks are lovely and snug. I can already imagine those
marvelous dongs pushing apart my pussy walls.

It isn’t the type of romantic relationship I
envisioned having with Max, but it brings its own particular brand
of erotic enticement.

I’m on all fours, my tits fully exposed and
the sling bikini’s crotch tucked in nicely between the left side of
my pubis and the groove of my left thigh. Alex takes the two
squeeze bottles from Heathcliff, who nods at me encouragingly. He’s
amazing, that Heathcliff, to be able to maintain such a mask.

Alex squeezes the ketchup in a wavy line
onto the dorsal plane of his finely tumescent cock, followed by the
mayonnaise. The final effect is that of what you would get atop a
juicy hot dog.

“That’s one damned fine sausage,” Max
remarks.

“Thank you,” Alex says. “I’ll not be
slapping it between two sesame seeded buns though.”

He inches his garnished cock into my open
mouth. With a long, sweeping stroke of my tongue, I lick the lines
of ketchup and mayonnaise off, leaving only a smeared scarlet and
white patch behind. I clean the remaining detritus off his
delicious flesh and take his shaft into my mouth. He is not as huge
as Max, so I can deep throat him with a little difficulty.

“God, this is sweet,” Alex says, his
breathing growing more labored.

“Bet you never met a girl who can do that to
you before,” Max puts in.

“Well done, brother.”

If I’m a little uncomfortable about them
openly discussing my body and sexual techniques, it passes in a
blink of an eye. I fellate Alex’s cock, my cheeks hollowing out
with each suck. He puts his hands around my head to guide my
movements and grunts with each pull of my buccal muscles.

“You’re gonna make me cum this way,” he says
in a hoarse voice.

I think that is the idea.

“Wait, please stop.”

I release his saliva-streaked cock,
glistening in the yellowish light of the flickering flames. Alex
squirts more ketchup onto the head of his cock and decorates it
into a zigzagging pattern. I lick and suck this off, trailing my
tongue over the vivid slashes. Hmmmm. I’ve always liked ketchup on
my meats. He follows this with a spiral of mayonnaise around his
corona. I quickly polish this off before the semi-liquid concoction
can fall off.

There are tiny pieces of carrot and
vegetables in the mayo. I crunch these between my teeth.

Behind me, Brad is fawning over my buttocks.
He jabs his fingers into my vulva and widens the opening with a
circular sweep. I can tell that he is about to enter me from the
way he is tugging my bikini crotch to one side.

As I nibble at Alex’s rod of turgid meat,
Brad’s cock enters me with a swift, brutal poke. I moan with
pleasure. Alex forces his cock into my mouth again as a heavily
breathing Brad slides himself in and out of my brimming pussy. The
twins’ rhythms are discordant, and I have to keep abreast with the
non-synchronized cocks in both my orifices. To further add to my
stimulation, Max’s hands go under my body to finger my nipples and
clit.

The fact that I am semi-dressed instead of
being stark naked adds to my excitement. The bikini straps are
tight and they dig into my flesh. The elastic fabric of the
bikini’s crotch threatens to return to its less tensile state,
which would effectively shield my holes again were it not for
Brad’s solid cock in my pussy keeping it at bay.

The twins ram and batter their respective
dicks into me, causing my juices to flow copiously on either side.
The atmospheric heat rises with the combined friction. The cocks
dance in and out, massaging my very diverse walls of wet flesh.

“I think you’re all disgusting,” Alice
announces in a strained voice.

Alex catches his breath above me. “Then
don’t watch. Go sulk in your bedroom upstairs.”

I have no say in the matter, of course,
being stuffed full in both ends.

“You’re all sick, sick, sick.”

“Shut up, Alice.”

The penises escalate their thrusting.
Sausages of flesh barrel into me and out again, slicked by my
overflowing fluids. Brad’s cock bangs against my G-spot while
Alex’s schlong pummels the back of my throat. The gaping pit of
wanton sensation starts in the depths of my vagina, and then
spirals upwards to my entire pelvis and stomach. Before I can
contain myself, I’m swept away by the ecstasy, the boom-boom-boom
of the ocean loud in my ears – as regular as my own climbing
heartbeat.

I come, and come again violently. My knees
and thighs shudder and I’m on the verge of losing my balance even
though I’m on all fours. I whimper and squeal against Alex’s
schlong in my mouth as he ejaculates his semen into the depths of
my throat. He holds my head in a vise grip so that I cannot
escape.

I swallow it – that bitter almond concoction
that I have learned to love.

A moment later, Brad shoots his load. But he
doesn’t remain inside me, choosing to withdraw quickly. I can feel
his hot sperm squirting all over my buttocks and my back. His large
hands slather the dripping liquid all over my skin so that my hind
regions are coated in a layer of his wriggling little
spermatozoa.

It’s erotic as hell.

Both twins are moaning, as am I. I catch my
pants as I look up. Alice wears a funny expression on her face,
like she’s eaten something that doesn’t quite agree with her.

Alex is right. If she doesn’t like what
we’re doing, she always has the option to go upstairs and watch TV
or do whatever it is rich kids do.

“Has she ever been hogtied, Max?” asks
Alex.

Of the twins, he has a slightly crueler
streak, I notice.

“Sure, lots of times.”

“No, I mean hogtied as in the traditional
sense. Wrists and ankles wrapped up together at the back.”

I didn’t even know there was such a thing as
a traditional hogtie. Apprehension uncurls in my belly.

Max smiles as he strokes my breasts. “I
don’t think so. Have you ever been hogtied, baby?”

I shake my head. It’s amazing to me how
naturally pliant I am.

He turns to the butler. “Heathcliff, would
you mind bringing the spit? Not the one with the pig, of course.
The other one.”

I observe with growing dread as Heathcliff
and the waiter carry the larger dormant spit towards us. It
consists of a sturdy stainless steel skewer attached to two metal
poles which sit on triangular bases. I tell myself I can call this
off at any time. ‘Yellow’ is the color of my salvation. I can say
it now and end this mystery of how I will be hogtied upon that
scary-looking device.

But my tongue remains frozen as they mount
the seven foot long skewer onto the poles.

“It’s ready, sir,” Heathcliff says.

“Think it can take her weight?”

“Without a doubt, sir.”

Max caresses my ass. “Come on, baby,” he
whispers, “it’s show time.”

But I’m scared, I want to say.

Sensing my consternation, Max adds, “It’ll
be OK, Gina. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Heathcliff produces some leather straps and
ropes. The fact that he has everything ready suggests that it was
already in Max’s plan to tie me up long before the beach barbecue
ever began. Max helps me strip off my swimsuit. It wasn’t much of a
cover anyway. Then they make me lie down on the sand upon my belly
as they string up my wrists and ankles together with an elaborate
network of ropes.

My knees and elbows are bent and my thighs
flung wide open to accommodate my posture.

“I told you you’d like it,” Max says to
me.

I’m not really sure.

My position is not uncomfortable as yet
because I’m still lying flat on my belly. But when the four men
hoist me up and thread me – or at least the quadruped ensemble that
my hogtied limbs make – through the skewer, I can feel the
gravitational pull and the strain upon my bound limbs against the
cold steel. I am truly strung like a tied animal, only my limbs are
behind – not in front – of me.

“You OK, Gina doll?” Brad asks.

“OK,” I croak.

“I love it that she’s so obedient,” Alex
remarks. “I love everything about her. You did the best thing in
bringing her home to us, bro.”

And then it suddenly snaps for me.

Max brought me home to meet his family for a
reason. They want a submissive they can use, abuse for their own
pleasure and toy with.

I am that submissive.

To my horror, I realize that I may even be
pleased at the thought. Have I descended so far into the depths of
debauchery?

Max has realized this before I ever did.

“A little garnishing, if you would,
Heathcliff.”

“Sir, I have taken the liberty to prepare
these to your specifications.”

Alice’s malignant glare pierces my naked
soul as Max accepts the string of onions – a bunch of four yellow
ones in all – that are hung together from a clothespin. He snares
my right nipple with the pincer end of the clothespin. All at once,
the weight of the onions pulls down at my nipple. My right tit is
severely stretched.

Brad repeats this on my left tit with an
identical onion string. My nipples now are pinched with the
dangling onion lines. I can smell the sweet aroma of the fresh
bulbs. My sensitive nipple tips flare with pain, engulfed by the
tight clothespins.

Tears come into my eyes.

“Pain and ordeal are the twin constants in a
sub’s life, baby,” Max croons to me as he strokes my face.

Heathcliff hands Alex three garlic braids,
similarly attached to smaller clothespins. The garlic bulbs have
been left intact.

Alex slides his body under me and
painstakingly attaches these to my two outer labia and my clit. The
pain is exquisite and raw as the garlic braids immediately exert
their drag on my intimate parts, especially on my tortured clit –
which has not been used for such haulage before.

My nipples have transcended into a state of
utter numbness. I now have five individual strings of the onion
family trailing from my erotic parts.

But the boys are not finished with me.

Max says, “To complete the rotisserie, we’ve
gotta have this. Open your pretty mouth, Gina.”

He stuffs a whole apple into my mouth.